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This single was released on 13 September 2019.
Scale: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 88 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am Am Yeah Am FreshDuzit Am Yeah Am Huh, huh, huh www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit Am Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit Am Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick Am Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit Am Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots Am I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster Am Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta Am And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas [VERSE ONE] Am My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos Am If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole Am The trap always open, bitch we ain't never closed Am We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos Am Step one, Step two, do my dance in this bitch Am Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch Am Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit Am Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick Am I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow Am If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow Am That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco Am Flexin' on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo Am School of hard knocks, let me take you to class Am My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass Am I love counting money, I get a lot of cash Am If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit Am Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit Am Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick Am Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit Am Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots Am I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster Am Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta Am And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas [VERSE TWO] Am All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons Am Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins Am I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin' Am Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin' Am I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second Am He speakin' on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven Am Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11's Am My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 's Am Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing Am And I'ma always keep a solid 'cause I'll never sang Am You know I'm Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang Am He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain [OUTRO] Am Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain) Am I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain) Am I had to make it rain (make that motha fucka rain) Am R. Kelly let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
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